I Was There The Night He Died (2014) - Plot & Excerpts
Within reason of course. Too much of anything, it seems, is never a good idea. “Sorry,” the teenager sitting next to me says, needing to get by me to go to the restroom for the third time since we left Toronto. “Sure,” I say, standing up, letting him slide past. Since we pulled out of Union Station less than two hours ago he’s watched half of a T & A-spiked action movie on his laptop, slayed forty-five minutes worth of black-hooded cartoon terrorists on the same, and made and received enough phone calls and text messages that there’s absolutely nothing going on out there he doesn’t know about. And washed down a large bag of Doritos with a can of Red Bull and another of Diet Coke. When Sara and I used to visit my parents—Sara driving, me in charge of changing the CDs and keeping Barney, our overweight Black Lab, from climbing into the front seat when the steaming bag of Harvey’s takeout we’d always pick up on the way out of town was finally unwrapped—by the time we’d get to Chatham I’d be ankle-deep in vegetarian burger wrappers and empty french-fry cartons and soft-drink containers and crushed Tim Horton’s cups and a medium-size Timbits box, only a few dough-and-lard survivors left rolling around inside.
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